Megaton: The closest safe haven.

After some crawling through the wastes, Sasha made her way to the gates of Megaton. Deputy Weld was wandering around, wailing robotically about how safe the atomic bomb was.

It hadn't been easy getting here. She had encountered some rabid dogs, and had to smash their skulls in with her bat, leaving her overalls bloody and scruffed. A chance for some peace and quiet was something she longed for, and it had only been an hour or so since she waltzed out the vault.

Walking through the gates of Megaton, she observed a very different place to her home. Corroded metal huts surrounded by scrap made up the landscape. The locals wore frayed clothing, with some packing extra armour.

The women were noticeably more scantily clad than she was used to. Loose wraps covering up barely any breast and pussy, with all the skin of their bodies on show. A few had collars on, and were being led around like cattle. Slowly it began to be clear how things worked around here.

As she walked further into the belly of the town, a hand grabbed her by the shoulder, and a voice grunted out from behind her: "Hey, girl."